Tag Archives: Portland

This is the place where the water waits. The water waits for the drawn-out light, it waits for seeds and for plants to nourish. It waits for life to explode. This is the place I climb hand over hand along … Continue reading →

This week I am ironing out details, smoothing and improving sentences one at a time. Looking for clarity can be tedious, but the rewards are huge. At least huge in the I-am-a-nerdy-writer-looking-for-improvement huge. Example: I am going to the beach. … Continue reading →

I am listening to one of the last cruise ships of the season bellowing to its passengers to hurry up with three consecutive blasts that can be heard well beyond the borders of Portland. When I moved here, I never … Continue reading →

Cottage life is presenting interesting situations. Mix 600 square feet of indoor space in New England in wintertime with company, and you get a cozy space at best and a traffic jam at worst. My geographer-husband, with his spatial gifts, … Continue reading →